|Posted by Soulwarrior on May 19, 2013 at 10:35 AM||comments (8)|
Introduction to soul loss:
What is soul loss?
--Do you feel that you have lost connection to who you are?
--Do you feel that you don't feel as alive as you remember yourself feeling at an earlier stage in your life?
--Do you feel that something in you has been lost?
--Do you feel disconnected from your original feeling of being alive?
--Do you feel
emotional numbness; do you feel that you have lost access and connection
to your true, authentic emotions? Do you feel that you desperately try
to reconnect with what you really feel, but to no results?
--Do you feel that you no longer see the world in awe and wonder? Do you feel that where you once saw a world full of colors and rainbows, you now see only grey scales?
--Do you feel that the things that used to make you feel alive, now dont make you feel anything anymore?
--Do you feel a sense of detachment (nonpresence) to life. Whatever you do, you are not present in it.
--Do you feel that you have lost your imagination and ability to daydream?
constantly feel dull, docile, apathy, boredom, meaninglessness,
pointlessness, depression, numbness of your senses, dull, docile,
hopelessness & restlessness.
--Are you trying desperately to get in contact with your original feeling of being alive?
--Do you often find yourself asking: "i used to feel so alive....now i feel dead like a zombie...what has happened to me?"
I am here to answer these questions for you (since i myself has struggled a lot with this problem in my life).
So what is the problem that you are experiencing?
You are suffering from what the shamans call soul loss (a.k.a."dissociation" in the scientific western world).
What creates soul loss?
When you experienced a serious trauma in your life, a part of your soul (the essence of who you are / your unique identity / your connection with you / the part of you that makes you feel alive) left your physical body and went back to the spirit world. It did so to protect you from experiencing the full hurt of the trauma; it would be too much to handle for you to experience the trauma in its fullness at that time.
So now, your soul is fragmented (all the different parts of your soul are not present inside of you). Your consciousness no longer have access to those parts of yourself. You have lost the full connection with yourself; and you are desperately trying to reconnect with your lost self.
So in order to feel alive again, you must retrieve the parts of your soul that has left you. It is possible to retreive the lost parts of your soul--Shamans can help you with this...
Author: Adam Damani (soulwarrior)
My homepage: soulloss.hemsida24.se
|Posted by X-c on January 31, 2013 at 6:50 PM||comments (0)|
Book Review - The Art of Living Consciously
by Nathaniel Branden
I know we all couldn't care much for lengthy submissions, so please view when you are receptive.
I know we all process information differently, at different times - what you could not grasp yesterday, may come effortlessly today; same as if you cannot grasp something today, it may come to you effortlessly tomorrow - that is, if you're living consciously.
I ran across this book 9 years ago, as I was very fascinated with Ayn Rand, and could not get enough of her wrtings. It is during this time that I came across the above mentioned book (The art of living consciously) which was written by, well, one of her 'close friends let's just say lol'... this book really opened my mind, and as I thought of it today, I felt to share it with you guys.
Consciousness is our basic tool for successful adaptation to reality. The more conscious we are in any situation, the more possibilities we tend to perceive, the more options we have, the more powerful we are — perhaps even the longer we will live.
Living consciously means seeking to be aware of everything that bears on our actions, purposes, values, and goals — and behaving in accordance with that which we see and know.
Practiced consistently, mindfulness is an orientation, a discipline, a spiritual commitment.
In this book, Nathaniel Branden takes us into new territory, exploring the actions of our minds when they are operating as our life and well-being require — and also when they are not. In this book, Branden clearly illuminates what mindfulness means:
- in the workplace (what does it mean to work consciously?)
- in the area of romantic love (what does it mean to love consciously?)
- in child-rearing (what does it mean to parent consciously?)
- in the pursuit of personal development (what does it mean to participate consciously in the process of one’s own evolution?)
One of the book’s most exciting ideas is that of the spirituality of reason, which invites us to rethink our assumptions about both rationality and spirituality.
The practice of living consciously invites us to rethink many of our beliefs about our everyday activities, about morality, about life in the Information Age, about God. Today we are exposed to an unprecedented amount of information and an unprecedented number of opinions about every conceivable aspect of life. We are thrown on our own resources as never before — and we have nothing to protect us but the clarity of our thinking. “The Art of Living Consciously” is an operating manual for our basic tool of survival. It is also a call to the best within us.
In this new book, Nathaniel Branden examines in unprecedented depth what it means to live consciously — from the most intimate areas of life, to the workplace, to the social/political arena. One of the most exciting ideas he introduces is that of the spirituality of reason. This is an operations manual for our basic tool of survival — the mind — and a summons to the best within us.
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If you would like to get a glimpse of Nathaniel Branden and his life with Ayn Rand, please see video that I just posted called - My Years With Ayn Rand.
|Posted by X-c on January 13, 2013 at 2:25 PM||comments (4)|
OSHO ON CONSCIOUSNESS
Question – IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE IN A STATE OF PURE CONSCIOUSNESS FOR A WHILE AND TO FALL OUT AGAIN?
Osho – No, it is not possible. But something like it happens: you have a glimpse of pure consciousness; you have not entered. It is just as if you look from hundreds of miles’ distance towards the Himalayan peaks. You have not reached them, but you can look from a vast distance. You can look at the peaks; you can have a feeling. You can open a window and look at the moon far away, and the rays will touch you and you will be illumined, you will have a certain experience, but from this window-experience you will fall again and again.
When pure consciousness is achieved — not a glimpse from a distance, but you have entered into it — then you cannot lose it again. Once achieved it is achieved forever. You cannot fall out of it. Why? Because the moment you enter it you disappear. Who can fall out of it? To fall out at least you have to remain as yourself. But to enter pure consciousness, the ego disappears completely, the self disappears completely. Then who will come back?
In a glimpse you are not disappeared; you are there. You can have a glimpse and close the eyes. You can have a glimpse and close the window. It will become a memory; it will haunt you; it will become a nostalgia. It will come in your dreams. Sometimes, suddenly, you will feel again a deep urge to have that glimpse, but it cannot be a phenomenon forever and forever. Glimpses are only glimpses. Good, beautiful, but don’t cling to them; because they are not permanent. You will fall out of them again and again — because you are still there.
When there is a glimpse, move towards the peaks, move towards the moon… become one with the moon. Unless you disappear completely you will fall. You will have to come back to the world because that ego will feel suffocated with the glimpse. The ego will feel deathlike panic. It will say, “Close the window! Enough you have looked at the moon. Now don’t be foolish. Don’t be a lunatic.” The word “lunatic” means moonstruck. The word comes from “lunar” — of the moon. All mad people are called lunatics, moonstruck — thinking of distant dreams.
The mind, the ego, will say, “Don’t be a lunatic. It is okay to have, sometimes, the window open and look at the moon, but don’t be obsessed. The world is waiting for you. You have responsibilities to fulfill in the world.” And the ego will bring you and persuade you, seduce you, towards the world; because the ego can exist only in the world. Whenever something of the other world penetrates into your mind, the ego becomes afraid, panicky, scared. It looks like death.
If that glimpse is to become a permanent life-style, your very being, then you have to bridge the distance, bridge the gap. You have to move. When you become pure consciousness then there is no falling out again. It is a point of no return. One only goes in; one never comes out. It has no exit, only one door… the entrance.
Source: from Osho Book “Yoga: The Alpha and The Omega, Vol 6″
|Posted by heartofalion on January 11, 2012 at 10:50 PM||comments (8)|
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|Posted by luthienlv on April 13, 2011 at 1:15 AM||comments (0)|
Hello Everyone! I am new here on this site, but I have been enjoying AstralBooBaby's YouTube videos for several months. My book is a twist on Astral Projection and is coming out May, 2011 and will be available with all major eBook retail sites. I thought it would be nice to post a small portion and maybe get some feedback. The book is called Kiirean Incorporeal and in this piece he is trying to describe his out-of-body state to his friend. He is of a whole race of "people" who live in and out of their flesh.
If you like the little you read here, you can "like" Kiirean Incorporeal on facebook! Thank you in advance for those who take the time to check it out. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around this site!
“I still remember it clearly,” he said, turning his gaze back to the horizon. “A few months had passed since we left this area and I was still upset. Night had fallen and Aeramis and I lay wrapped in our blankets in the shelter of a small wooded area, for we had not yet found a comfortable and safe place to stay. We talked for a bit, about which direction we would be taking the following morning, but Aeramis was tired and soon fell asleep. I lay there for a while, looking up at the over-hanging leaves above and listening to the lulling sounds of the crickets as they chirped out their nightly music. My thoughts began to wander to Ohryn and I felt strangely homesick for the land that I had never seen. I wondered what it would be like to live with my own race, how different my life would have been had my parents never left to seek refuge here. Then I began to think about you; how I missed my playmate. As memories of our times together filled my mind, all musings of Ohryn were pushed aside and then the only place I wanted to be was back in our secret retreat. Do you remember it?” he asked off-handedly.
“Oh yes,” replied Oceana. “It was a pond a mile or so south of the village. We liked it because of the huge willow tree that grew at its edge. We would pretend that it was a magic pond and you would help me climb into the branches that hung over the water and from there I would summon up all the sea-creatures I could imagine to hold secret councils with.” Her face lit up as she remembered what fun they had had at their ‘magic’ pond.
“Exactly,” Kiirean said, pleased that she recalled it with such detail. “I was lying on the ground, unable to sleep, thinking of our favorite perch in the old willow. I closed my eyes and the desire to go back and see it one more time was so strong that when I opened my eyes again, I was there. I was sitting on the branch with one hand against the trunk and my feet were dangling off the side. At first, I thought I was dreaming, for I was accustomed to having vivid dreams. But as I looked around in awe, it dawned on me that I really was there, only not in the flesh but in my spirit form.”
“You mean like a ghost?” Oceana asked, becoming more engrossed than she realized.
Kiirean reflected then said, “No, not at all. Well, I guess in some ways…” he sighed as he struggled to define his state of being when outside his body. “It is hard to describe so I will tell you what my own feelings were on that night. As I sat on the branch, I could feel it under me; I felt the rough bark of the trunk as my hand gripped it, I felt my hair rippling as the cool breeze flowed over me. Aeramis had already told me what it would be like but he could not have prepared me for the numerous sensations that overwhelmed me at that moment. All my senses seemed amplified. My hearing was sharper, my eyesight clearer. I jumped out of the tree and landed on my feet but noted that there was no jolting impact. As I stood and watched the moonlight glancing along the surface of the pond, an idea struck me. I climbed back into the tree and, choosing the branch that reached out the furthest over the water, made my way to its end. Still clutching the limb, I swung off and dangled there, directly above the center of the murky pool. Letting go my hold, I plunged into the chill water below. There was no splash as I was immersed and instead of resurfacing, allowed myself to sink down. The water was cold and as I sank deeper, grew frigid as it rushed up around me. Although I could feel the cold, it caused me no discomfort and as I breathed in instinctively, I felt the cold liquid in my mouth and lungs, but it was as though I was breathing air. I had reached the bottom and a thrill coursed through me as I stood there at the depths of the pond. I looked around at the loose stones beneath my feet and found that, with my acute vision, I was capable of seeing them individually, though they were somewhat obscured by the darkness. Reaching down, I picked up a few that were small and smooth, and then rose easily back to the surface.
Filled with exuberance, I was impatient to get back to Aeramis and tell him all that had happened. I knew all I needed to do was to focus my thoughts on where I wanted to be and will myself there. I did this and the next moment I was standing in the midst of our encampment, looking at Aeramis who was still sleeping soundly. Next to him, wrapped in a warm blanket, was my vacant form. It was odd to see my body, empty and motionless, but not unsettling. I called out to Aeramis but he did not hear me, so I reached down and jerked back his coverings, exposing him to the cold night air. He stirred, then sat up and appeared to look right at me but, in fact, he did not see me and was only looking past my invisible form. He had told me that he would be unable to behold me in that state, but I was curious to find out for myself. After glancing around and checking to make certain I was still there beside him, he lay back down and attempted to get comfortable. But he was prevented, for I reentered my body and, rousing him a second time, told him what had taken place.”
Oceana sat, wide-eyed and fully absorbed in his story. He looked over at her and said, “As I told you before, he was surprised that it had happened to me at such a young age, and even more amazed when I showed him the pebbles I had collected from the pond which I still clutched in my hand. I guess transporting objects in incorporeal form is a skill that normally is developed over time and with much practice.” He could tell that she had been interested and hoped that he was correct in assuming that she felt his words to be true.
|Posted by MindSpray on October 2, 2010 at 3:52 PM||comments (1)|
I didn't write this, it's the last chapter of a book written in 1947 called An Eternal Career. I think it's a great essay that I hope can help people who are scared of death or who believe their loved ones are long gone. Like ABB says, take what vibes with you, leave what doesn't, but read it all.
We call it birth—the soul at last set free.
’Tis hampered not by time or space—you weep.
Why weep at death? ’Tis immortality!"
DEATH! Who coined that awful word with its dread implication? Who painted death with its dark and false colors? People shrink with terror when they hear of it; their voices sink when they speak of it; their minds fill with fear when they think of it; their whole being vibrates to a different force when they contemplate it. They look upon it as the greatest calamity and act as if their loved ones were no more, and become immersed in the deepest despair.
THERE IS NO DEATH! What seems to be cessation is only transition; the soul withdraws from the physical organism and continues to exist as an organized entity of spirit, mind and spirit-body. The external form mingles again with the elements of earth nevermore to be reclaimed; but the spirit is clothed in its spiritual body which has senses and faculties corresponding to all of the physical ones.
Death is a mystery because of its silence, but it is not a fearful one. It is the friend who frees you, who has the key to the door that can be opened in no other way. It comes unsought, quite often with a stealthy tread and you are called to go elsewhere. All the collected power of the world cannot ward off this visitor; no excuses avail; no period of waiting is permitted; no time extended to finish earthly business. If your pen is lifted you may not be able to write. You may be active in your daily duties when this messenger arrives; or it may overtake you in your sleep, to awaken in another state of consciousness.
Death, the last act on the stage of human activity, liberates the soul from the bondage of the flesh. It is but a breath and life anew is experienced; and unlike moving from one earthly locality to another, this change is easily and quickly effected. No garments are required; no possessions are taken; the only preparation needed is a mental and spiritual one.
On your arrival in the land of spirit you are always met, usually by your nearest and dearest ones who have requested and been granted permission to greet you. They understand what you have been through for while the experience is new to you, it has already been theirs. They also knew the momentary terror you felt when you released the hand of friend or relative. They, too, underwent the sorrow of bidding farewell to loved ones.
You will not necessarily dwell with those you lived with on earth; rarely will you always be together,
no more than on earth were you constantly with them. You will be led to those who have greater wisdom and wider experience, enabling you to progress more rapidly.
You will not be changed beyond recognition! You will not be changed at all! Death effects no alteration in appearance or in the intellectual, emotional, moral and spiritual nature of man. Death changes a man no more than does moving from one city to another; nor does it absolve him from his moral obligations. Evil men are not transformed into angels, nor good men into demons. Human nature here is human nature there.
No fabrication is more pernicious than the one which makes death an avenue of escape from the consequences of one's acts. As, for example, the suicide who hopes for oblivion. Dissolution, he believes, will save him from his sins and free him from his troubles and obligations. Whereas, if he knew the truth, that there is no escape from life and its problems, he would not be apt to make such a dreadful mistake as destroying his body. Suicide solves no difficulties; it erases no errors; they must be solved in a future day under conditions less favorable.
So long as man is convinced that through faith he can secure forgiveness, so long will he gratify his evil desires. So long as he believes that through death he will be absolved from his sins, so long will he continue many practices he would abandon if he knew that life is eternal, continuous and changeless; that fulfillment of its duties and payment of its debts are inescapable.
The goal reached on earth is the starting point Over There. While on earth you form certain habits; develop inherent faculties and unfold latent capacities, and if you have enlightenment build your character. As you acquire wisdom you discard undesirable habits, modify intolerant opinions and overcome the defects which retard your progression. So by the time you are old, your character is closer to perfection than when you were young. Your acquirements, capacities and abilities determine your status on earth; they will also decide your position in the spirit world. Death in no way affects man's status or his accomplishments, and what is known to man will be known to spirit.
Contrary to some peculiar ideas no soul is ever transported into the presence of the Most High, nor onto the bosom of Jesus with all its sins miraculously washed away. They will find themselves instead in a place congenial to their nature and consonant with their manner of thinking and living. Some souls gravitate to higher planes, others to lower; but many remain on earth chained to their material interests and their physical desires. Wise are they who overcome the desires of the flesh and the attractions of matter; let their vices die before them, so that they will be prepared to live in spirit.
"He is at peace, he is happy NOW." How often one hears these expressions at burial services. But death is no gain and cannot give us what we do not already have. Unless one has happiness and peace here it is folly to suppose he will have them elsewhere.Felicity and serenity are not vicarious gifts; they are states of mind which must be earned, and having been earned must be guarded very carefully.
Unquestionably the most criminal hoax ever perpetrated on mankind is the belief that when the body is laid in the grave the man is laid there also. And that when the organs of sense are buried, the senses also are interred. This deception has caused untold sorrow and suffering.
This fallacy is also responsible for another great evil, namely the extravagant expenditure upon funerals. The pagan preoccupation with the body has in every age been a source of much mischief and has contributed greatly to the impoverishment of the people. It is a custom universally deplored by enlightened people, but which no efforts seem able to eradicate.
It is only too evident that people are ignorant as ever as regards their true nature. For at the request of relatives, the government is planning to bring 300,000 bodies of American boys buried abroad to this country for repatriation. The cost of this project will be over $333,000,000 which would be as naught IF it brought the boys back. But, alas, all the money and power in the world cannot restore life to a single body. Then why all the expenditure upon corpses? Because the bereaved parents, unable to conceive of life apart from the form, wish them returned home and to honor them with a memorial service.
Honor the victims of war by reburial of their corpses? Who benefits by it? No one.
There is only ONE way to honor these slaughtered boys. Honor them by preventing another catastrophic war from being passed on to another generation.
Another egregious error cherished by many is that the citizens of the higher realms spend their time resting, sleeping and mulling over the past. However, life Over There is entirely different from these orthodox misconceptions. Pause a moment and consider. Many people commence things on earth which they desired with all their soul but were forced to give up, and must wait until passing to spirit before resuming these occupations or interests. These they do resume and perfect, and then return to earth to help those struggling with similar studies and problems.
For example, many on earth longed to sing but had no voice. Others lost their voices yet had a song in their heart all their days. On passing to spirit they perfect their singing and return to earth to help discouraged students and inspire them to greater effort. The same is true of other vocations, for all occupations not purely material are continued. Life needs completion and fulfillment; interrupted plans, deferred hopes and uncompleted designs, all aspirations and longings find realization Over There. Nothing worthwhile can be accomplished in one short earthly life.
Indeed there is much to be done Over There. Many labor caring for the sick, and for those who have taken their own lives. Others teach people on earth to understand its laws better, and to help them understand their fellowmen. All souls on leaving the earth-plane must be met on coming to spirit. The departed often return for hundreds of years to assist the troubled ones of earth to conquer error, despair and superstition. Everyone labors for others in the name of love and kindness, and for a common end in which all are mutually interested and benefited. There are periods for repose but they are employed in study, meditation and contemplation.
Heaven and earth are in reality ONE; not many but ONE world with only a thin veil between the spheres. The so-called "other side" of life is very close to this one—as close as you will have it, so do not close the door to it. Communications can be had with its inhabitants while still in the flesh, telepathy being the method used. One of the conditions that strikes the newcomer most forcibly is the prevailing silence; for with the exception of the planes where dwell the children, birds and animals, thought and music are the means of communication.
How do the people look Over There? They look as they did in earthly life at their best; returning to the age of beauty, happiness and health. You find not only youth, but also aged persons, well and perfect of their type.
There are many degrees of the so-called Heaven and Hell as by no means is all bright and glorious
beyond the vale. There are places where go those who have little spiritual enlightenment, whose tastes and habits are against the accepted laws of their country. Those who are depraved, whose intelligence is not far removed from the animal; those who spent the major part of their lives in selfishness, taking advantage of their fellowmen, with few good deeds to their credit—do not find even a reflection of Heaven. Instead they gravitate to the place prepared by themselves, surrounded by the effects of their evil thoughts and deeds.
It is an historical fact that all the greatest criminals have sat in the seats of the mighty. There are no lack of accounts of tyrants in power, rogues in control, imbeciles on thrones who showed their contempt for God by making war, which resulted in unspeakable oppression and retrogression for the human race. Death is the great leveler. Those who on earth abused their positions of trust and power will find themselves in very different and inferior circumstances in the spirit world.
"Dead men do tell tales," notwithstanding the widespread fallacy that the departed are so remote from terrestrial scenes that they have no knowledge of what occurs here. "Dead" men do communicate with people on earth; sometimes disclosing the manner of their passing, and unknown circumstances connected with it. Moreover, all the inventions, discoveries and knowledge on earth were relayed by discarnate entities to those whose minds were sufficiently sensitive and receptive. Absolutely nothing originates on the earth-plane; all things have a spiritual origin. The "dead" are not mute; it is we on earth who are spiritually deaf, dumb and blind.
"He was stingy, mean and selfish," or "he was generous, kind and charitable." There is no past tense for man. Man IS. As he is before death, so he is after death.
"His troubles are over," is another common expression used by those who cling to the oblivion theory. All troubles, with the exception of physical conditions, man takes with him into the next world. Life is synonymous with struggle; all created things evolve through conflict which is proportionate to their degree of development. Not until the soul becomes emotionless and at peace are its troubles over.
"How happy and proud a mother or father would be if they could now see their child grown to maturity." "He or she would turn over in the grave if they had any idea of what is going on." "I am so glad that they didn't live to see certain conditions transpiring on earth." The general supposition seems to be that when a soul discards his physical body that he is no longer conscious, or that he is so remote from earth he can have no knowledge of its activities. Consequently people say and do many things they would never say and do if the departed were present. Nevertheless, the "dead" are often a silent auditor and witness, and some of the things they hear and see make them writhe and squirm. Furthermore, they usually are present at the reading of their wills, which often proves to be a painful and revelatory experience.
"We will be a long time dead," is a common statement true only of those who pass on in spiritual darkness; those who refuse to believe in an after life. Even as on earth some people are obstinate and close their minds to spiritual truths, so they are obstinate in spirit and reject the fact of immortality. Such as these are unaware that they have passed on but imagine they are dreaming, and in this state often wander on the earthplane for years. Of these it truly can be said that "they are dead for a longe time."
"They will live again," is an oft-heard phrase. But in reality no one ever ceases to live. Forms and habitations change, but life, the eternal stream of consciousness, continues forever without interruption.
How did this state of affairs ever come about that men have so completely forgotten the nobleness of their origin and the grandeur of their destiny? Their plight can be compared to that of a wealthy man who has lost conscious knowledge of his identity, believes he is poor and lives like a pauper.
The ancients tell us that man's association with matters begins long before his advent into the physical body; that he does not suddenly "fall" into matter but by gradual, successive and insensible alterations. Pure spirit dwells originally among the fixed stars and first surrounds itself with a body composed of their essence before it becomes involved into a physical body. Then as it journeys through the various spheres envelops itself with ethereal matter more and more gross, eventually descending into the earthly form it attracted.
It is during its pilgrimage into matter that the soul gradually forgets its heavenly home and its Divine Nature, and by the time it reaches earth dim indeed are memories of its former estate. If souls carried with them into the bodies they occupy all the knowledge they had acquired in Heaven, men would not differ in opinion as to the Deity and Divine Truths. But some forget more, and some less of that which they had learned prior to physical birth. And some forget so much they even deny the existence of the Creator and the immortality of the soul.
Fortunate are they who have knowledge of immortality when death enters the home, as eventually it does every home. When the grave opens up and seemingly swallows all that life holds dear, of what comfort is it to be told that the loved one is now eternally at rest, or forever asleep in the Lord? When hearts are breaking at the thought of farewell who can derive consolation from a desolate "perhaps" that in some remote time there may be a reunion? Contrast this pagan attitude towards death with that of the early Christians who rejoiced and gave thanks to God when one of their number had departed from this world.
It is not death but life which separates people. As our lives diverge we grow apart from friends and relatives, not physically but mystically. We are separated not by space or distance but by lack of affinity and similarity of tastes. Quite often, too, the soul on earth finds itself in uncongenial surroundings. Quite often one member of a family feels alien and strange, and yet the path of duty is definite and responsibilities are great. So rather than wound others by breaking away, the soul prefers to live in an uncongenial atmosphere. In the land of spirit this is not necessary. The soul is attracted towards those with whom it is at home, with those for whom it has affinity. The way is quite clear; it is not decided by desire, but by the ability of the newcomer to adapt himself and give obedience to the laws.
Is the spirit world a place of realities or phantoms? The spirit world is as real and tangible to the spirit-body as the material world is to the physical body. It is the world of realities of which the earth world is the shadow, and wherein all things have' their eternal pattern.
Men rejoice at birth and weep at death; in reality they should do the reverse. Birth is death to the soul, while death is the soul's resurrection; and is not an occasion for mourning but for rejoicing that a soul has risen!
The gateway of death is not dark! It is the entrance into the most beautiful of countries! All the loved ones we knew long ago are waiting for us, for where there is love there is no separation. Death has no dominion over the immortal soul. Time never was when man was not; time never will be when man is not. Suns and systems will perish—the great universe will pass like a dream, yet man will still live.
Death is not the conqueror of man; man is the conqueror of death!
"Farewell, dear voyageur—the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me,
And now you know the thing that all men learn;
There is no death—there's immortality!"
If we have not learned that God's in man,
And man in God again,
That to love thy God is to love thy brother,
And to serve thy God is to serve each other—
Then Christ was born in vain!
If we have not learned that one man's life
In all men lives again;
That each man's battle, fought alone,
Is won or lost for everyone
Then Christ hath lived in vain!
If we have not learned that death's no break
In life's unceasing chain,
That the work in one life well begun
In others is finished, by others is done—
Then Christ hath died in vain!
If we have not learned of immortal life,
And a future free from pain,
The Kingdom of God in the heart of man,
And the living world on heaven's plan—
Then Christ arose in vain!
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Note, for this last part, it doesn't necessarily mean the Christian Christ exactly, it means the universal princple of Savior or Redeemer within our consciousness, the cosmic Christ within everyone to bring us to "Heaven"
|Posted by Astralboobaby on August 14, 2010 at 2:40 AM||comments (11)|
I have gotten several messages from you, asking about the status of my book. First of all, I want to take this time to thank you all for your interest and to let you all know that the book is still a work in progress. I had every intention, on having it completed by now but I’ve been dealing with unforeseen circumstances that has caused me to loose the kind of focus and dedication that writing a book requires. Nevertheless, I decided that I would give you guys just a little sneak peak of what’s to come… As you read the excerpts – remember that it is a very raw snippet. I have used no ghost writers or no editors. It’s authentically my own writing… By the way, no official release date has been set for but you guys will be the first to know once a date is set – that’s a promise! Enjoy!
I KNOW WHAT YOUR DREAMS ARE
The year was 1997, I was living in a two bed-room apartment with one of my closest female cousins, Debbie. My cousin and I were very close and it was primarily due to the fact of both of us having a history of being misunderstood, ridiculed or abused in some form or another. We really related to one another because we both felt like outcasts of either society, family or both. We were one another’s rock and although we were pretty close and could talk about anything with one another, I never opted to share with her any of my other-worldly experiences. However, this all changed when one of the most profound experiences happened to me in the very bed and bedroom that my recently deceased uncle (her father) lived and slept in for nearly 10 years! My uncle had passed away two years prior from complications due to colon cancer. He lived his entire life holding down two jobs to take care of his family; he was a true family man and provider. My uncle was a very proud and respected man! He was strong, stern and had overcome a lifetime of hurdles, setbacks and insurmountable hardships! He had lost his wife of over thirty years ten years prior to his passing and honestly speaking, he was never quite the same after loosing her.
My cousin Debbie had dedicated much of her young life to aid in taking care of her father as his health had greatly deteriorated over the last three years of his sixty-something years. My uncle passed away after several years of battling diabetes, colon and prostate cancer. Not long after his passing, just about everyone who would visit us at the apartment noticed strange things such as; the television coming on around the exact time in which my uncle would come home from work. We all felt his presence at different times but nothing compares to what I personally experienced nearly a year after my uncle’s passing…
I was lying on the bed that my uncle slept in for years, while talking on the phone with a very close friend. We were talking about life in general and all prospects for finding work because we both were unemployed. I looked at the digital clock on the VCR and saw that it was 3:07 a.m. My eyes felt tired and heavy and therefore, I had initiated ending the discussion. I bid a good night to my friend; hung up the phone and turned over and pulled the covers over my head to get some sleep. Approximately 3 minutes after lying there, I suddenly felt something lightly tugging at the top of the comforter that I had pulled over head. I immediately opened my eyes and had just lain there still and quite, while thinking to myself that this must be my cousin playing games or trying to frighten me… After about a minute of feeling as if someone was trying to lightly pull the cover from over my head; I quickly leaped up as to startle who I hat thought was my cousin playing tricks on me and to my surprise, no one was there! I then got up and walked to my cousin’s bedroom and she was lying in bed in a fetal position with her toddler child in her arms, snoring away. I immediately knew that this could not have been either of them because there’s was no way possible for them to pull on the covers and leap into their bedrooms; pretending to be asleep all within a second! Although I was perplexed, I simply shrugged it off as just my ‘imagination’ and got back into bed. Upon getting into bed, I turned on my left hand and bawled myself up in a fetal position, pulling the covers over my head once again. I then began feeling the tug again, this time it was not as faint as before. Now, my heart began racing because I felt the presence more intensely this time… I clutched my fist and eyes, just hoping that whatever or whoever it was would leave, when all of a sudden, I hear a succession of quick clicking sounds, I pulled the covers back from over my head and saw that the digital clock on the VCR was flicking on and off really fast! What the hell is going on?! I had thought… This had never happened before and by now I am feeling overwhelmed with what I am witnessing! I wanted so badly to tell my cousin but I didn’t want her to think that I was crazy, so for some reason, I said in a soft voice “Uncle Dennis is that you?”… The VCR instantly stopped flicking and I felt a little relieved because to me, I felt that this was validation that what I sensed was correct, that it was my uncle’s energy. I was feeling that he was there to validate that he is still around and that there is no death!
After the tugging and clicking on the VCR had stopped, I simply got back into bed, pulling the covers over my head once again, when no more than a minute later, I felt a pocket of static electrical energy slowly moving from the foot end of the floor and underneath the covers! This static energy carried a sensation like that of a physical hand and was so pronounced that it caused the blanket to raise up in the area to which it moved! As the energy began moving up my leg, the covers moved along with it! It was as if an invisible ball of energy was floating up underneath the covers! I literally saw the covers heave up and around the direction of this ball of static ‘physical touch’ of energy! As this was happening, the VCR began clicking on and off very fast and this was when I literally broke! I jumped out of bed and ran into the bedroom with my cousin and her daughter and woke them up! Frantically shaking up her to wake up; “Debbie, Debbie, WAKE UP, uncle Dennis is in the room haunting me!” She jumped up (waking up her baby daughter in the process) and looked at me with shock, confusion and surprise all at the same time! She knew by my unusual reaction that I was not lying, that I did in fact, witness something… Needless to say that I was not going back in the room, I literally climbed in the bed with them and barely slept the entire night. I knew that this would not be the last time that I would have an impromptu paranormal experience with what I felt was the energy of my uncle Dennis and this gut feeling had certainly come into fruition approximately six months later. It was an experience that would truly defy all human reasoning and logic. It was also the day that my life would forever be changed!